Ode to Vampirism

poem about vampires; originally written circa 2021

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Amicable words hardly last
as hatred fades equally so.
How could a soul so old feel?
Plasma-drained, sunken skin,
energy depleted and isolated;
creeping cave dwelling wretch!
Endless memories a photo album of losses,
It hurts to remember.
Brainpower dedicated to
conquer and lust,
soothing the pains of
an over-aged mind.
The stakes which wound
create sweet release
from dreadful existence.
An eternity: diminished,
finality, nothingness..
but survival is an instinct for the damned!

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